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“The same ones that traded books for guns// smuggled drugs for funds// and had fun lettin' off forty-one// but now it's all about NYPD caps, and Pentagon bumper stickers// but yo, you still a ni**a// it ain't right them cops and them firemen died, the shit is real tragic// but it damn sure ain't magic// it won't make the brutality disappear// it won't pull equality from behind your ear// it won't make a difference in a two-party country, if the President cheats to win another four years//”But of course, aside from all the introspective and intellectual expressions, one of the chief responsibilities of an emcee is to make heads nod, and J-Live certainly satisfies this prerequisite throughout the album. After a clever poem/skit that outlines the difference between a rapper and an emcee, J declares his dedication to his vocation on “MCee.” He spits high-powered vocals over the track, just having fun showcasing his abilities. With the second and third verse he even plays with his rhymes, ingeniously alternating between words that start with the letters “M” and “C.” Definitely no “mindless crap” here. Asheru of the Unspoken Heard and El da Sensai stop by to join J-Live on the collaborative “3 out 7.” Over one of DJ Spinna's tightest beats, the three spirited emcees drop verses, each doing an admirable job of tearing down the mic. This song absolutely should have been longer.